Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.